Seven Board the Ship

"Mm. After I leave, the routine Dao affairs of the Mother River Three Pure Ones Sect will be your responsibility. I hope you can gain insight into the true wondrous essence of the Three Pure Ones from this..." Li Qingyun spoke in a somewhat entrusted tone.

The Jade Pure Primordial Root Body derived no benefit from guarding the Mother River in vain. Only by staying by the side of the Dao Lord primordial spirit could he better grow his Jade Pure Essence and comprehend the wondrous methods bestowed by the Great Dao Merit.

With the departure of the Eternal Soul Corpse, the Three Pure Ones Sect's grip on the control of the Mother River would naturally decline.

The three days when the ferryman appeared were three intensely bloody days in the Time Ruin Mother River.

In order to seize the Fate-Seeking Pearls, various factions slaughtered Daoist temples, raided shrines, and cleansed the ruin eyes without the slightest hesitation.

Within three days, at least over a thousand Dao Lords and other living beings of various clans perished.

This damage surpassed even that of the Great Purge by the cleaners back then.

The great fortuitous encounter bestowed upon the upper reaches of this Mother River a hundred thousand years later was, after all, yet another Great Calamity.

In the identity of the Shangqing Dao Ancestor, Li Qingyun sat cross-legged in the Three Pure Ones Temple, silently looking down at the vast Mother River and watching the bloody scenes unfold without any intention of intervening.

Falls, deaths, reincarnations... in the Wei Zu Great Thousand, these were all utterly meaningless affairs.

They were either grass, trees, and ants, or mere food on his dinner plate—nothing more.

As long as they could not break free from the Great Thousand cage and attain the Haotian Realm